Emily looked briefly to Ashley when she agreed with her questions and added her own of 'Why us?' on top of it. When the flashy frat boy responded indignantly to her description. She gave a nod at his first question, and she listens as he gives a brief 'How dare you' speech, before he agrees with their point. She said nothing up until he mentions the wealth and connections. There she quietly snarked, "Up until Mommy and Daddy cuts you off..." 

Then came Santana's answers, to which Emily paid full attention to. Apparently, Santana is currently at his lowest point right now and he couldn't pick anyone else. Emily hadn't expected Santana to pick up her card and spin it. Even less so what happened next. Upon feeling that uncomfortable flutter in her chest, she let out a small hiss of a gasp. It felt like another bout of nervousness, anxiety, or fear, but this was clearly different: It didn't feel like it was threatening to squeeze her heart until she dropped dead. She thought she was daydreaming again when she saw the colors overtake her vision, and she vaguely sees an unknown woman holding something aloft. 

The vision was gone before she could make anything else out. The next thing Emily knew, she was looking at the card, back where she first saw it. 

She listened further, taking in every detail of the location they were in, how it borders between dream and reality, mind and matter, and the forces at play. Receiving the power from the energy from their discovery of this cycle...in the form of their idealized selves, a representation of their souls? A part of her couldn't help but wonder, "[I]What does this mean for writers here...?![/I]"

She looks up from the makeshift diagram of the lime and the cherry to look at Santana again when he makes it clear that their foes have the same powers and are more practiced at it, but they would receive that same power. All that was left was to answer one final question: 

"[I]What...did she really have left...to lose?[/I]"

The answer was nothing now, of course. But her mind still brought up the worst case scenarios. She does start to reach out for the card, only to close her fingers hesitantly as wicked whispers disparaging her and their chances of success come to mind. Those voices soon ring in their ears loudly to a distracting degree...[I]She's not good enough for anything. Her ideas may not even be original after all. Maybe she should just stay dea-[/I]

One voice immediately silenced those thoughts.

That voice belonged to The Crow.

She looked to him when he spoke up and told her to not be afraid, and that he was confident in their gifts, their wits, and their teamwork, even if one has failings. She gave a small smile, keeping herself from tearing up a bit. A small chuckle escapes while The Crow and the flashy guy argue. 

She is silent as Luka asked further questions and Ashley began a round of introductions. As soon as Ashley posed the question to the group, she starts, "Oh! Uh..." She then quickly speaks, "Emily Sanderson. Also pursuing Bachelor's. Undeclared major. I only have basic self-defense, but never really used it," 

She then looks to Santana, back to the card, and then back to Santana again, as she makes her decision, "...I accept your deal," 

She immediately picks up her card after saying so.